I miss honest conversation.

I miss the innocent flirtation between strangers.

I miss the feeling of ones dagger within the first kiss.

Knowing this heart may crush yours but you're too infatuated with their eyes to care.

I miss the feeling of ones laughter on my lips.

The way one gently would press their lips against my hips.

The ecstasy of falling for ones soul is a feeling that has become unfamiliar to my heart.

So I sit here , waiting for the honest conversation and the unforgettable infatuation.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-

When my temptation is trying to rip me a part at my seams.

I stop to think is it really worth it?

To give it all away?  To someone who isn't even going to stay?

No, it's not.

Now, I tend to pick up a pen and paper, and let my frustration out in the words I scream into the empty lines of my journal.

It helps.
It takes my mind away to another place, far from the strangers face.

I am learning to save myself from my own mistakes.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-

Coffee shop walls know it all.

My secrets, wishes and obscure fantasies.

I write in the comfort of their arms. I know these walls can do no harm.

I feel protected.

I know I will not be judged.

I feel in an odd way loved.

In the public eye, People pass me by.

Some whisper, some stare.

There are times when I feel like an outsider within the shadows of this city.

These walls have become my home.

Something I can call my own.

My heart pours out freely onto the paper in front of me.

I am safe. I am free.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-

She longs for a man who will hold her hand. Tell her she's beautiful and kiss her on the forehead.

She does her best not to search, because it makes her heart and her head hurt.

She just can't help but wonder, if there is anyone out there for her.

She's not perfect, but she is trying her best to become worth it.

She wants to love you for your mind, the way your mouth curls when you begin to say her name.

She wants to crawl into bed with your fear, your secrets, your desires, and your passion.

She's holding out for the one who will look into her eyes, instead of at her thighs.

She wishes beauty wasn't of the body, but instead the soul.

Maybe that's part of the reason this world is so cold.

She longs for attention and enjoys intimate conversation.

She's doing her best to wait for Mr.Right.

Maybe he doesn't exist, maybe it's really not worth the fight.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-

She's still the same girl.  Her smile has changed, but she's still the same. She still believes in chasing the sunrise and falling in love with the night sky.
She's still the same girl with big dreams.  
She's just a little more careful, she guards her heart.  
She has learned slowly to fall in love with the art of the wise and the forgotten.
She thinks the most beautiful stories from from the souls of the lost and the minds of the broken. She chooses to see the love and beauty within her fall. She has become a beautiful tragedy.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-

Nights like these I wish I had someone to lay with.
To kiss, hold, and just be myself with.
I will lose myself within his abyss.
I know one day I'll find him.
His mind will be wonderful and his thoughts will stop time.
I will become addicted to his eyes and the way he sighs.
His heart will be pure and collide with mine.
His imperfections will seem perfect to me
He will let his mind run free.
I'll fall for his laughter and the way he sleeps
I'll show him how everything he hates about himself makes him beautiful but most importantly unique.
I will wait for the man who will hold my hand and stay away from the boys who treat girls like toys.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-

Denial is fun, it keeps most of us away from the gun ,far from the ledge, and clear of the knife.
Denial kills us, it drains the soul once we realize we truly are not whole.
It lies to us in the ugliest way then expects us to stay when we realize the error of our ways. It fights the idea of morality and laughs at ones pain.
It's main goal is drive the heart of the lost insane.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-